Though a lady of a great family(with which one would assume would make her docile and so on ;) ), Mutamwia always did love a challenge. Since she boasted the finest harem and best selection of dancing girls in the Upper and Lower Kingdoms- she thought this Wet Tunic contest would be a fine opportunity to show off the skills a Mistress of such a house should possess...

She appeared in front of the audiance borne on a gilded litter by her two largest gaurds. It was lowered to the ground and she stepped out wearing a short, simple, yet gauzy kalisiris under a single layer of gold and silver trappings. She stood facing her audience with a coy look- slowly she began to do the belly dances her dear friend Wadjit had taught her. As she danced, water spilled onto her from above- she leaned her head back into it while keeping the rhythum of her writhing hips. The cool water flowed down her long black tresses and soaked through her dress. As the flow of water slowed, the tempo of her dance increased. Her personal musicians began to play a sultry throbbing piece that quickened in pace as her body moved. There were gasps from the crowd and calls for mother's to hide away their sons



The water held her kalisiris against her golden brown skin, and gave it a fine sheen that was particularly fetching in the dimmed light. Her hips swayed in the most seductive manner of her creed and her back arched as she spun. Her trappings gave off a delicate chiming and her cheeks became a rosey hue The music reached a near feverish height and came to a dramatic stop as Mutamwia ended her dance- knees to the ground, head tossed back and her hands in her long wet tendrils.



There was a brief moment of silence followed by cheers, whistles and calls for more. She was helped to rise by her attendents, and she faced the crowd once more- she smiled at the many friends she saw, gave a proud lift of her head " That is how we do it in Egypt!" she said with a playful grin and left the stage for the next contestant